The world barrier was nearly sliced open, and the laws from the Alien Realm were starting to seep through... but this actually didn't make sense, for the erosion of another world should not be so crude.
The purpose of erosion was to devour and merge, not to exhaust one's own strength grinding down the other's. If the erosion of a world cost far more than what was gained after the devouring, then it would be a meaningless act, but that was not the case now.
Injuring the enemy at the cost of one's own far greater harm seemed to trigger some taboo, prompting the power from the Alien Realm to launch a relentless assault on Hemenu without concern for the consequences.
"Why is this happening? Just because I wanted to kill those mortals?"
Baffled and even more infuriated, Laine hadn't expected such a massive response to his minor action. Were those mortals really that important... so should he stop?
Of course, he couldn't stop. Even though this inter-world turbulence even affected the deities who enacted the laws and even himself, who was more closely tied to the world, he saw no reason to step back.
To locate the enemy's Achilles' heel, only to back down due to their fervent reaction... what a ludicrous choice. The more the enemy wished for him not to do something, the more he wanted to do it!
Inheriting a part of Amon's strength had indeed made Laine stronger, but also laid upon him the responsibility as one of the four barriers of the world—the Absolute Space.
He had to quickly strengthen the world's barrier and not allow the power of the Alien Realm to invade, but the other deities differed.
Even if affected, their strength was beyond any mortal's ability to confront. They just needed to send storms and disasters, let the dynasties of the Mortal Realm kill them, and nothing would change.
He was curious to see what was so special about these mortals with Alien Realm bloodlines!
When the world's strength suddenly surged, naturally not only Hemenu was affected. As the one actively assaulting, Chaos was equally affected.
But an offensive bore only losses, whereas defense could be ruined... which meant that what Chaos really sensed were only the Primordial Deities, and their perception was merely that the world's strength had, for unknown reasons, suddenly burst forth like floodgates thrown open.
Despite the torrential outpouring, the magnitude of the world was still unimaginable... yet some things were inevitably affected.
"...What's happened?"
At some point, the domain no outsider had entered had changed, deep within the Realm of Lightness, it seemed something extra had emerged. But Erebus had never changed; he looked into the distance, a hint of confusion in his gaze.
What was Chaos attacking, the Spirit Realm? No, more likely the place Nyx had visited before... With a sudden realization, Erebus felt it should be so. But with this, his plans were probably going to be impacted.
His gaze swept across the outside world, Erebus looked toward the Mortal World. He saw Silver Moon City, saw those mortals who believed in the Spirit Realm, saw traces where angels had been active.
Finally, his gaze settled on Mount Olympus.
"The trouble with Primordial Gods is that they find it hard to 'die.' Laine... I hope your sword is sharp enough."
With a slight chuckle, Erebus stepped out, heading toward Mount of the Gods.
Everyone has their desires. Laine seemed to wish to break the current world's shackles, to take the Spirit Realm even further, Zeus wanted to dominate the world, to become the true King of All Gods, and what he wanted was simple, just to die, that's not too much to ask, is it?
Whether it's the world, an individual, or a deity... Erebus genuinely hoped that someone would come to kill him.